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Check in by: 08-27-04 at 02:30 PM

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Desipher has ACCEPTED this battle on 08-27-04 01:32 PM.

phive has ACCEPTED this battle on 08-27-04 01:36 PM.

i guess u could call me uh "dentist"...tha way i "drill~in" this guys "fillien"....
this "boys" "game" could only be over ma "head" if he "advanced" 2 tha ceilin...(game boy advance)...

his "punches" need more "elevation"...tha sky is where they need 2 be aimed...
so i'll help this herb out an tie his "fist" 2 uh plane...

it's my terrain...kill this "herb" off with "pesticide"...
cuz listenin 2 u battle i can hear tha "pest~in~side"...

this "character" tryna "play" as uh mc...he should change his name 2 "persona"...
like Brittney i'll get more "ATTENTION" than u 4 kissin madona...(grammy awards)

i guess u could call me uh sykic tha way i anticipate ya attack....ya style has no force cuz skill is what u lack..

did this guy throw uh punch...it felt like gettin hit witha feather..
might as well call ya self cassidy cuz u "cant get no better"..

this cat gets merked by everyone...an that aint fair..
he gets his bars bent "outa~shape" like "beanbag chairs"...

im "poppin" more wordplay at this guy than uh bag of kettle korn..
tryna use "kicks" instead of "punches" when they've already been "worn"..(he's tryna use kicks instead of punch~lines..an kicks are shoes=an his kicks been used=just like his bars or punches..get it?)

yeah yeah check this out here my voice box is enough ta make you tremble and crack like stone cypher ill chew you to da bone. my rhymes are ill you wanna battle me ill cut ya neck and rob ya till, im sicker than a nigga wit tb you bring it hard ill take it easy, your lyrics arent enough to please me so back off your lines are cheesy,

you wanna get hit by me or the po theyll take it easy ill cut you slow, by the way what do you cypher gas, shit, or is it my dick you lick you wanna spit ill spit harder fuck you bitch ill eat your pussy with tartar, my flow can confuse you easily you think your smart but ill ill gaihn your wit cuz i just dissed you when i dropped this three pound spit i hold da clip when i shoot your ass you be beggin while your face down on the grass for me to reload but you aint worth the bullet so ill cut ya neck wit glass, my lyrics are on fire yours are slow my words are enough to burn the ass of an eskimo your too slow cypher, if ya battle me you betta have a typewriter so here we go im ending my words are crazy yours are descending

iigth...lets hurry up an get these votes in so i can ko this guy